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The Only Good Julio...
Eli Varnish
Verified Artist
Eli Varnish
Eli Varnish spent most of his life drawing straight lines for crooked cities. As an architect, he designed libraries, train stations, and far too many gray, forgettable office buildings. He was always more interested in light than concrete — the way it moved through windows, shifted on floors, or disappeared behind closed doors. But deadlines piled up, and inspiration gave way to invoices. When he retired at 62, he didn’t throw a party. He just handed in his keys, took the long way home, and listened to the silence.
That’s when the music came back.
In his youth, Eli had played piano quietly — always in private, never in public. Now, with no blueprints to chase, he returned to the keys. Slowly. Gently. A few friends joined him — a bassist who used to drive a bus, a trombonist who sold insurance, and a drummer who once taught math. They started meeting weekly above an old bookstore. No gigs, no names. Just music.
Eventually, they found their way into a small jazz bar — dim, warm, and half-forgotten. That’s where Eli plays now. No spotlight, no talk. Just a glass of red wine, a crooked hat, and a piano that creaks in all the right places. The audience doesn’t clap much. They just nod, like they recognize something they forgot they knew.
Eli doesn’t miss architecture. “Buildings are meant to last,” he says, “but songs... songs are meant to leave.” And so he plays — not to impress, but to remember. To trace old lines in the air. To build something no one can own, but everyone can feel.
The Only Good Julio I Ever Knew Was Don (They Never Meant It)
Eli Varnish
He said “brother” like it cost him nothin’
Smiled wide and stole my coat
Asked for time asked for money
Left me short and called it hope
The waitress said I had nice eyes
While stackin' bills that weren’t mine
The preacher swore we’d all be saved
But his watch was gold and mine was fake
They never meant it
Not the cheers not the names
All them kind words
Were just poker games
But I knew a man once—
Did what he said he’d do
The only good Julio I ever knew
Was Don
The boss shook hands with dirty gloves
Said “You're family” then raised the flood
And mama prayed through gritted teeth
While sellin' things we couldn't eat
They never meant it
All that “brother” all that “son”
They toast your wins
Then load their guns
But I knew a man once—
Quiet as a Sunday pew
The only good Julio I ever knew
Was Don
They’ll write your name on birthday cake
And scratch it off the will
They’ll hug you at the front door
While makin’ copies of the deed still
They never meant it
It was polish on a stone
But that old man with the cracked hat
Said “take your time or take it alone”
I knew a man once—
Didn’t lie to get through
The only good Julio I ever knew
Was Don
CREDITS
Performer: Eli Varnish
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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HOT TRACK
Truth Shouts Back
Arem Khenn
Verified Artist
Arem Khenn
Arem Khenn is a minimalist, introspective rap artist whose music exists between control and fracture, moving from slow, restrained beginnings into tightly wound, high-pressure rhyme structures. His work focuses on self-interrogation, memory, and the uneasy line between truth and deception, treating the past as evidence rather than confession.
Rather than offering release, Arem Khenn builds tension, using silence, repetition, and call-and-response moments where the inner voice answers back in single-word shouts. His delivery favors precision over excess, allowing emotional weight to surface without spectacle.
Arem Khenn’s songs are available exclusively on Filodyo, where his catalog remains intentionally contained, resisting overexposure and maintaining a controlled, immersive listening environment. Visually and sonically, he inhabits enclosed, dimly lit spaces, emphasizing honesty, restraint, and unresolved conflict over comfort or resolution.
Truth Shouts Back
Arem Khenn
Lights off room breathes heavy thoughts get loud
Mirror talks back but it never tells me how
I built walls just to feel safe inside
Funny how the safest place is where the truth goes to hide
Heart ticking like a bomb with a pause
I’m calm on the surface chaos under the laws
I ask myself questions I don’t wanna hear
If I’m honest with me will I disappear?
I grew up learning silence was strength
Learned to smile wide hide the cracks in the length
Every promise felt borrowed every win felt fake
If I fail on purpose at least it’s my mistake
I carry names they don’t know how to spell
Carry blame like a badge wear it well
I don’t trust my thoughts when they sound too kind
Cause comfort’s just a trap with a pleasant design
Truth feels sharp lies feel warm
I confuse being numb with being calm
Every memory fights to be the boss
Was it discipline building me or fear at a cost?
If I peel back layers what’s left of me?
A man or a mask with good memory?
I hear my past knock I don’t answer calls
But it’s yelling my name through the drywall walls
Tell me what’s real tell me what’s wrong
I been holding my breath way too long
Every lie feels right till the truth comes through
I don’t know who I am but I know it’s not you
Inside my head there’s a war I chose
Between what I show and what nobody knows
When the dark speaks up I answer too
Shout: Truth!
Shout: Fear!
Shout: Me!
I move quick now thoughts double-time
Mind runs laps like it’s training for crime
I edit my feelings like tracks in a mix
Cut the pain low but it still exists
They say heal yourself yeah easy to say
When the damage taught you how to get paid
I monetize pressure I profit from doubt
Turn panic to patterns then scream it out loud
I don’t chase peace I interrogate calm
Ask why it leaves when I’m holding the psalm
I know every trick that my ego plays
Calls survival a crown calls running a phase
I don’t want comfort I want it clear
If I’m broken say it don’t sugar my fear
I been friends with the worst part of me
Now I’m asking if it’s time to leave
If I stop fighting who am I then?
If I stop hurting do I lose my pen?
I don’t trust silence it feels like a test
Like peace is a lie I don’t deserve yet
Tell me what’s real tell me what stays
When the lights go out and the crowd fades
Every voice in my head wants a say
But only one of them tells it straight
I built my name from scars and doubt
From locked doors I had to break out
When the dark speaks up I answer too
Shout: Truth!
Shout: Pain!
Shout: Now!
If I face myself and don’t look away
Maybe fear won’t have the final say
I don’t need saving I need to see
What’s left when the noise stops haunting me
Shout (whispered): Me
CREDITS
Performer: Arem Khenn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Cooler Than My Tears
Miles Rennick
Verified Artist
Miles Rennick
Miles Rennick is an electro-pop singer and songwriter whose music blends playful irony with slick, club-ready production. With a cheeky, half-sung and half-spoken vocal style, he brings a unique personality to the modern indie-pop scene.
His debut track “Cooler Than My Tears” captures this spirit perfectly — a quirky yet infectious anthem built on groovy basslines, crisp synth riffs, and a sarcastic lyrical edge. Both tongue-in-cheek and danceable, the track reflects Rennick’s ability to turn irony into a hook.
Dedicated to staying independent and unconventional, Miles Rennick has chosen to release his music exclusively through Filodyo and NOT FM, highlighting his close collaboration with platforms that value originality and artistic freedom.
Cooler Than My Tears
Miles Rennick
(ha!)
The lock is broken doors swing wide
No more shadows I need to hide
Your perfume fades on an empty shelf
I found a mirror I found myself
Every promise was a borrowed flame
Now I walk and forget your name (uhh)
Chains fall silent on the floor
Wings I never used before
Every breath tastes sharp and new
Every step pulls me through (yeah ha!)
I’m alive I’m alive (woo!)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ha!)
Your love was a painted game
Now the echoes fade from me (na-na)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (uhh)
Empty glass on the wooden rail
Stories sink but my ship will sail
Every memory’s a paper boat
Drifting far till it can’t float (yeah)
Chains fall silent on the floor
Wings I never used before
Every breath tastes sharp and new
Every step pulls me through (woo!)
I’m alive I’m alive (say it loud)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ohhh)
Your love was a painted game
Now the silence sings with me (yeah yeah)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (hah!)
You thought I’d break…
But I’m stronger than the storm
I’m running past the past
And it will never find me again (mmm)
I’m alive I’m alive (uhh woo!)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ha!)
Your love was a painted game
Now the silence sings with me (na-na-na)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (yeah yeah yeah)
(ha!)
Cooler than the tears I cried…
Cooler than the tears I cried
CREDITS
Performer: Miles Rennick
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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No Tomorrow Needed
Roxelle
Verified Artist
Roxelle
Roxelle is a Romanian-born singer and songwriter currently based in the United Kingdom. Growing up between Eastern European traditions and Western pop culture, she developed an early fascination with rhythm, melody, and visual storytelling. Her background gave her a distinctive sense of contrast, mixing emotional depth with bold self-expression, something that would later become central to her artistic identity.
After relocating to the UK in her early twenties, Roxelle immersed herself in the underground pop and electronic scenes, refining her sound and performance style. Influenced by modern pop, dance, and subtle R&B textures, she crafts songs that balance confidence with vulnerability. Her vocals move effortlessly between smooth, controlled delivery and striking, attitude-driven hooks, creating a sound that feels both intimate and commanding.
Roxelle’s music explores themes of independence, desire, and emotional resilience, often framed through sleek, contemporary production. Known for her strong visual aesthetic and fashion-forward presence, she approaches music as a complete artistic experience rather than just sound. With a growing catalog of releases, Roxelle positions herself as a new-generation pop artist shaped by movement, migration, and self-definition.
No Tomorrow Needed
Roxelle
Heels hit the floor I feel it start
Bass in my chest steady and sharp
No explanations no excuse
I move the room just how I choose
Eyes follow motion not my name
I don’t repeat I don’t stay same
One step closer to the sound
I don’t wait I turn around
I’m on my own tempo
Don’t tell me when to go
I set it I control
Every move every role
I’m on my own tempo
Too fast too slow I know
I hit it right on time
Watch me cross the line
Disco strings rise
Bass keeps talking
Hands in the air
No words just timing
Mirrors shake when I pass through
Every angle feels brand new
No permission no delay
I decide how long I stay
Heat is building in the crowd
I don’t need to say it loud
Count it in feel it land
Everything is in my hands
I’m on my own tempo
Don’t tell me when to go
I set it I control
Every move every role
I’m on my own tempo
Too fast too slow I know
I hit it right on time
Watch me cro
Jacket on I leave it open
Streetlight glow my focus broken
Every sound pulls me in
I don’t ask where we’ve been
I don’t read the signs twice
I move once that’s my advice
If it feels right I don’t slow down
I let the night spin me around
No tomorrow needed
Say it again I mean it (mean it)
No tomorrow needed
I don’t pause I don’t overthink it (no no)
No tomorrow needed
Feel it hit me feel it beat me (beat me)
No tomorrow needed
If I’m in it I’m in it (yeah)
Every step is calculated
Still it looks so effortless
I don’t wait to be invited
I arrive I don’t impress
Crowd reacts I don’t chase
I just take up space
Hear my name inside the bass
I don’t rush I keep my pace
Yeah
She don’t plan it she appear
Whole room shift when she near
No tomorrow in her mind
Only now perfect time
She don’t promise she decide
Every move amplified
I’m just watching from the side
Tryna keep up with her stride
No delay no rewind
She already crossed the line
When she move place complies
That’s the signal that’s the sign
No tomorrow needed
Say it again I mean it (mean it)
No tomorrow needed
I don’t pause I don’t overthink it (no no)
No tomorrow needed
Feel it hit me feel it beat me (beat me)
No tomorrow needed
If I’m in it I’m in it (yeah)
No tomorrow (no tomorrow)
Needed (needed)
No tomorrow (no tomorrow)
I don’t need it (don’t need it)
No tomorrow (no tomorrow)
Needed (needed)
If I want it (if I want it)
I’m in it (I’m in it)
CREDITS
Performer: Roxelle
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Clean and Proud
Aliza Steel 44
Clean and Proud
Aliza Steel 44
Midnight moves across the floor
Steps align we need no more
Every motion syncs in time
Signals crossing clean and fine
No directions no control
Just a pattern taking hold
Hold it right don’t push too fast
Let the second stretch and last
Keep me on a steady frequency
Where the sound stays close to me
Nothing sharp nothing loud
Just the rhythm clean and proud
Stay aligned let it be
No escape no urgency
Every tone exactly right
On this steady frequency tonight
Low pulse breathing
Filtered chords drifting
Time dissolving
Nothing spoken
Faces blur in moving light
Seconds fold into the night
No reflections no disguise
Just the motion multiplying
We don’t question where it leads
Only trust the space we keep
Hold the line stay inside
Let the moment open wide
Keep me on a steady frequency
Where the sound stays close to me
Nothing sharp nothing loud
Just the rhythm clean and proud
Stay aligned let it be
No escape no urgency
Every tone exactly right
On this steady frequency tonight
No beginning no release
Only waves in slow repeat
CREDITS
Performer: Aliza Steel 44
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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HOT TRACK
Everyday Weight
Elara Stone
Verified Artist
Elara Stone
She makes music for the hours when clarity doesn’t arrive on time. Her songs sit between late-night electronic culture and everyday emotional friction, carried by a vocal that avoids performance and leans into presence. There’s no melodrama here, no oversized hooks. Instead, she works with restraint, letting repetition, silence, and subtle shifts do the heavy lifting, capturing the tension of modern relationships and the quiet pressure of daily life.
Sonically, her work draws from melancholic drum and bass and deep electronic traditions, but filters them through a distinctly current lens. Beats roll rather than hit, bass appears just long enough to leave a trace, and arrangements resist obvious peaks. Her voice is treated as part of the architecture, close, controlled, and emotionally distant, floating above the rhythm instead of chasing it. It’s music built for movement and reflection at the same time.
Her releases live within the carefully curated worlds of Filodyo and NOT FM, platforms that prioritise context over noise and long-form listening over instant impact. In that sense, her music isn’t chasing trends, it’s designed to exist alongside them, quietly confident, emotionally precise, and very much of its moment.
Everyday Weight
Elara Stone
Days stack up without asking
Deadlines talk before we do
Small mistakes grow teeth quickly
When you’re trying to stay true
Plans bend out of their own shape
Words land wrong then multiply
Nothing ends nothing settles
We just learn what to deny
I’m tired of fixing the timing
Tired of reading every sign
We keep choosing what sounds easy
Then we pay for it in time
Life feels heavy in small ways
Not enough to make a sound
Love gets stuck in explanations
That keep going in a round
We don’t break we just tangle
Try to pull without a map
Every day asks something different
And never tells us where to stand
Conversations turn to tactics
Every pause becomes a test
Saying less feels safer lately
Even when we mean our best
We trade honesty for balance
Call it calm but feel the cost
Nothing wrong with wanting steady
Just don’t lose what made us talk
We don’t need another answer
We don’t need to win the night
I just want a moment quiet
Where the pressure drops its bite
Life feels heavy in small ways
It adds up before we know
Love gets lost in fine decisions
We were never meant to solve
We don’t fall we just circle
Looking for a cleaner path
Every day asks something different
And leaves the rest to us
Maybe this is how it happens
Not dramatic not fast
Just the weight of daily choosing
Stacked against the past
Life feels heavy in small ways
But it’s still the one we take
Love is work without instructions
That we learn by what we break
We don’t fix it all tonight
We don’t need to understand
We just stay inside the motion
Doing what we can
Tomorrow’s already forming
Before we get some rest
I don’t need it to be simple
I just need it to be honest
CREDITS
Performer: Elara Stone
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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You Left Your Name ...
Wade Hollis
Verified Artist
Wade Hollis
Wade Hollis doesn’t chase the spotlight — he moves through the world like a shadow at dusk, quietly carving songs out of silence and sand. Born somewhere between the border towns of New Mexico and West Texas, he grew up surrounded by static-filled radio, motel ceilings, and the hum of distant freight trains.
His voice is weathered, like desert wood — raw, honest, and unpolished. Every lyric he writes feels like a road he’s driven a hundred times and still doesn’t fully understand. There’s no big team behind him, no hometown hero narrative. Just a guitar, a gravel road, and the ache of never quite belonging.
Hollis doesn’t stream anywhere else. His music lives exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, like postcards from a place most people drive past but never stop to feel. If you’ve ever stared out of a car window at 2 a.m. and felt both free and completely lost — you’ve already heard Wade Hollis, whether you knew it or not.
You Left Your Name Open
Wade Hollis
You never closed the salt jar tight
Your chair still leans to the left
The spoon you used is upside down
Like it forgot your breath
The balcony plant asks less light now
The floor knows where you stood
My shirts all hang a little wrong
Like fabric understood
You left your name open—
In the drawer in the rug in the swing
It creaks your rhythm
Not a ghost—just a string
You left your name open—
And it hums when I cook when I think
It’s not heartbreak
It’s ink
The fruit went soft before I ate
I saved it like a dare
The faucet sings in your old tone
Like grief pretending care
You left your name open—
Not screaming not lost not loud
Just tucked in sounds
That don’t need a crowd
You left your name open—
No frames no shrine no drink
Just weightless
But it sinks
I live around you
Like pages live around a word
Not erased
Just blurred
CREDITS
Performer: Wade Hollis
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Call Dropped at 3 AM
Eli Varnish
Verified Artist
Eli Varnish
Eli Varnish spent most of his life drawing straight lines for crooked cities. As an architect, he designed libraries, train stations, and far too many gray, forgettable office buildings. He was always more interested in light than concrete — the way it moved through windows, shifted on floors, or disappeared behind closed doors. But deadlines piled up, and inspiration gave way to invoices. When he retired at 62, he didn’t throw a party. He just handed in his keys, took the long way home, and listened to the silence.
That’s when the music came back.
In his youth, Eli had played piano quietly — always in private, never in public. Now, with no blueprints to chase, he returned to the keys. Slowly. Gently. A few friends joined him — a bassist who used to drive a bus, a trombonist who sold insurance, and a drummer who once taught math. They started meeting weekly above an old bookstore. No gigs, no names. Just music.
Eventually, they found their way into a small jazz bar — dim, warm, and half-forgotten. That’s where Eli plays now. No spotlight, no talk. Just a glass of red wine, a crooked hat, and a piano that creaks in all the right places. The audience doesn’t clap much. They just nod, like they recognize something they forgot they knew.
Eli doesn’t miss architecture. “Buildings are meant to last,” he says, “but songs... songs are meant to leave.” And so he plays — not to impress, but to remember. To trace old lines in the air. To build something no one can own, but everyone can feel.
Call Dropped at 3 AM
Eli Varnish
Alright…
Yeah yeah don’t tune it too much
Let it breathe
Okay… one two…
Woke up late with the room still shaking
Ashtray full of things I didn’t say
Mirror asks me for an explanation
I tell it “man not today”
Shoes by the door still smell like last night
Clock keeps lying I let it talk
City hums in a crooked rhythm
Like it learned that walk from me
Hey bass… keep it walking
Yeah like that
Don’t rush it
Every plan I make shows up half dressed
Every promise comes out second best
If I fall behind the beat again
Just leave some space I’ll land it then
This ain’t a straight line it sways and bends
It trips on truth then calls it a friend
If I sound wrong don’t fix it too soon
That’s where the story sneaks through
Yeah this ain’t clean this ain’t controlled
It’s a loose wire looking for a soul
Play it wrong play it loud play it true
That’s all this blues knows how to do
Hold up…
Let the horn say something
Yeah… go on
(long slide in slightly late)
Mmm… listen
Man… that thing’s complaining
Let him talk
I’m almost done… almost
Sorry… not sorry
(rimshot)
There’s a voice in my head clapping off time
Says “You always push you never wait”
I said “If I slow down I might notice
Everything I try to escape”
Barroom light keeps flickering jokes
Like it knows where I’ve been
Every sound wants a turn at the mic
Even the quiet wants in
Yeah… that’s it
Don’t smooth it out
No no
If this night’s a gamble I roll it bent
Lose my balance call it intent
Break the rule then play it twice
Mess it up till it sounds right
This ain’t a straight line it sways and bends
Falls apart then stands again
If my voice cracks just let it through
That’s what it came here to do
Yeah this ain’t neat this ain’t polite
It’s just breath fighting with the night
Play it wrong play it loud play it true
That’s all this blues knows how to do
Alright…
Don’t stop it
Let it ring
Yeah… that’s enough
CREDITS
Performer: Eli Varnish
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Flip That City
Minerva Sound
Verified Artist
Minerva Sound
Minerva Sound is a five-piece from Bristol, UK, blending glossy disco-pop, neo-soul harmonies, and tight live grooves. The lineup: Malik Rhodes (lead vocal), Tyrone Ellis (vocal/MC), Owen Calder (guitar/bass), Emily Price (vocal/keys), and producer Felix Dunn (drum machines, synths, arrangements). Born out of late-night jam sessions and warehouse sets, they forged a sound that marries hook-heavy choruses with rhythmic precision and rich vocal stacks.
Their debut single, “Flip That City,” captures the group’s signature pulse: rubbery bass, syncopated organ stabs, hand-clap drive, and call-and-response vocals that snap into a euphoric refrain. Lyrically, it zooms in on urban momentum—small choices, quick turns, and the thrill of switching lanes—delivered with swagger and a live-band spark.
Available exclusively on Filodyo, Minerva Sound is poised to turn venues into dance floors across the UK and beyond—one chorus, one groove, one flipped skyline at a time.
Flip That City
Minerva Sound
Flip it flip it come alive
Turn the dial feel the vibe
City’s pulse jumping high
We don’t stop—we multiply
Smoke in the air bass hits the ground
Feet in the crowd hearts pound around
Spotlight flicks beat rides the sound
Hands in the air lost then found
Shout with me let the rhythm ride
No more still—in this groove we hide
Flip the night on its neon edge
On our mark—pledge to the ledge
Flip that city flip it higher (Hey!)
Flip that city beat the fire (Hey!)
Flip that city where we belong (Yeah!)
Flip that city dance along (Yeah!)
Streetlight jumps when the bass drops low
Crowd moves as the speakers blow
Every step locks into sky-high flow
One more wave—ready set go
Shout with me let the rhythm ride
No more still—in this groove we hide
Flip the night on its neon edge
On our mark—pledge to the ledge
Flip that city flip it higher (Hey!)
Flip that city beat the fire (Hey!)
Flip that city where we belong (Yeah!)
Flip that city dance along (Yeah!)
Flip it—turn around
Flip it—sound the ground
Flip it—up the heat
Flip it—feel the beat
Flip that city flip it higher (Hey!)
Flip that city beat the fire (Hey!)
Flip that city where we belong (Yeah!)
Flip that city dance along (Yeah!)
CREDITS
Performer: Minerva Sound
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Ya No Me Duele
Camila Reyes
Verified Artist
Camila Reyes
Camila Reyes was born in Seville, Spain, in 1992, and has spent most of her life surrounded by the vibrant rhythms and colors of Andalusia. By profession, she is a skilled ceramic artist, known for her intricate hand-painted tiles inspired by Moorish patterns and flamenco motifs. Her work has been exhibited in boutique galleries across Spain, yet music has always been her truest form of self-expression.
Raised in a family where boleros and rancheras echoed through the kitchen, Camila began singing at small local gatherings, blending traditional Latin folk with her own soulful touch. Over the years, her voice became a bridge between the streets of Seville and the broader Latin diaspora, carrying both joy and melancholy in every note.
Today, Camila records all of her music exclusively for Filodyo, preserving an intimate connection with her listeners. Her latest release, Ya No Me Duele, is a testament to resilience and emotional rebirth, capturing the strength of moving on without bitterness.
Ya No Me Duele
Camila Reyes
Ya no me tiembla la taza del té
cuando tu nombre se cruza en mi piel
La casa cruje igual que ayer
pero mi sombra ya no te ve
Dejé tus cartas en el alfeizar
el viento sabrá si las quiere llevar
Mis manos no piden no quieren cerrar
lo que no abraza… no vuelve a entrar
Ya no me duele
ni tu voz ni tu eco
El silencio en mi mesa
es mejor que tu juego
Ya no me duele
ni la flor ni el invierno
Yo me quedo de pie
y tú te vas con el viento
Me dolió
pero no me rompió
Ya no me duele
ni el reloj ni el destino
Mis pasos no buscan
ya tienen su camino
CREDITS
Performer: Camila Reyes
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
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HOT TRACK
Life Feels Like Mor...
The Faded Ticket Booth
Verified Artist
The Faded Ticket Booth
The Faded Ticket Booth is a four-piece Scottish acoustic group built around a warm, narrative-driven female vocal. Their music leans into everyday poetry rather than spectacle: upright bass, brushed drums, clean acoustic guitar, and voices that feel like shared conversation rather than performance. They sound like a street you’ve walked before but can’t quite place, a melody you remember without knowing when you heard it.
They formed on the quieter edges of Edinburgh’s busking circuits, shaping their sound in places where attention isn’t guaranteed — doorways, market corners, the brief hush that follows passing footsteps. That background taught them presence without volume; phrasing without force; sincerity without staging. Their arrangements remain intentionally uncluttered, preferring atmosphere over punch.
Influenced by the acoustic honesty of late-80s British folk-pop and the conversational phrasing of Eddi Reader, they record with a philosophy of leave the human parts in. Light string squeaks, the breath before a high note, the soft brush of a chord change — if it’s true, it stays. The result isn’t retro, but unhurried; not nostalgic, but familiar in a way that feels quietly earned.
Their recorded work is released in a deliberately limited way: not everywhere at once, not across every platform, but carried by NOT FM and Filodyo as their primary homes, where their catalog lives with the same intention as their songwriting. It isn’t framed as exclusivity for the sake of strategy — just a quieter kind of presence, placed where it feels understood.
Life Feels Like Morning
The Faded Ticket Booth
Sunlight pours like honey in my half-awake cup
Steps on the pavement keep lining me up
A soft little rhythm in the turn of the day
Like my heart learned the world had a kinder way
I don’t need a reason the reason found me
In the quiet of the doorway where the street meets the breeze
Life feels like morning like pages turning warm and slow
Love feels like timing like finding what you didn’t know
If the wind ever falters I’ll steady what I can
Life feels like morning again and again
There’s a stray-cat freedom in the corner of the lane
Windows with stories I can’t quite explain
Paper ships in puddles sailing nowhere grand
But isn’t that a voyage when the map’s in your hand?
I don’t need a reason the reason found me
In the hush before the chorus where the skyline agrees
Life feels like morning like pages turning warm and slow
Love feels like timing like finding what you didn’t know
If the wind ever falters I’ll steady what I can
Life feels like morning again and again
Maybe what we call “arrival” is just learning how to stand
Not to conquer every moment just to meet it where we land
Life feels like morning like chairs pulled out and waiting still
Love feels like timing like the echo of a windowsill
If the wind ever falters I’ll steady what I can
Life feels like morning… again and again
CREDITS
Performer: The Faded Ticket Booth
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Static on the Line
Ryder James
Verified Artist
Ryder James
Ryder James is a rising pop-soul artist whose warm vocals and timeless style bridge the gap between classic soul storytelling and modern pop production. With a voice that carries both grit and grace, he creates songs that feel instantly familiar yet refreshingly new.
His debut single, Static on the Line, is a captivating blend of heartfelt lyricism and smooth, groove-driven instrumentation. Produced by Filodyo and released exclusively on NOT FM, the track showcases Ryder’s ability to turn everyday moments into powerful musical narratives.
Raised on a steady diet of soul legends and contemporary pop innovators, Ryder brings authenticity and emotional depth to every performance. Static on the Line is more than just a song—it’s an introduction to an artist who is here to connect, move, and inspire listeners worldwide.
Static on the Line
Ryder James
Mmm… yeah
Turn it up
Found your note between the bills folded twice
Three crooked letters never said it nice
Kitchen radio is drifting off-time
Wrong station playing but it suits the night
I dial your number — hear a click then air
Flashing digits on the stove just stare
Every heartbeat in my chest misaligns
Still I’m listening for a sign
There’s static on the line but I still hear you fine
In broken little sparks we talk like power lines
If silence is a sign then prove me wrong tonight
Tune me in or cut me loose — there’s static on the line
City bus sighs at a midnight stop
Paperback angel at a corner shop
Borrowed coat hangs wide on my frame
Pockets full of change and a half-drawn name
Counting rail ties stepping over goodbyes
Copper on my tongue from unspoken replies
I hold my breath as if it might realign
What keeps crossing in my mind
There’s static on the line but I still hear you fine
In broken little sparks we talk like power lines
If silence is a sign then prove me wrong tonight
Tune me in or cut me loose — there’s static on the line
Maybe I’m a bent antenna in a storm I knew
Turn me just a single degree — I point back to you
If the signal fades and the bars go blind
Call me by the name you underlined
Line… line… static on the line
(Keep talking)
Line… line… static on the line
There’s static on the line but I still hear you fine
In broken little sparks we talk like power lines
If silence is a sign then prove me wrong tonight
Tune me in or cut me loose — there’s static on the line
Mmm… tune me in
Static on the line
CREDITS
Performer: Ryder James
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Fica no Quase
Rosa Medina
Verified Artist
Rosa Medina
Rosa Medina was born in 2001 in Porto, Portugal, to a family that carried both Iberian and Brazilian heritage. Her father, a fisherman from Aveiro, filled the house with fado records, while her Brazilian mother played MPB classics and samba on lazy Sunday mornings. Rosa grew up between two shores of the Portuguese-speaking world — absorbing the saudade of Amália Rodrigues and the sunny, syncopated joy of Gal Costa in equal measure.
At fourteen, she began performing small sets in riverside cafés, her voice effortlessly gliding between soft whispers and soaring notes. The intimacy of fado was her foundation, but Rosa was restless — she wanted her songs to dance. By blending Portuguese folk melodies with bossa nova chords, urban beats, and lush pop arrangements, she began to shape a style that felt both nostalgic and forward-looking.
In 2025, Rosa released her debut single "Fica no Quase" in collaboration with Filodyo, the independent music producer known for shaping fresh, original sounds for global audiences. The track — a bittersweet, mid-tempo anthem about love suspended in uncertainty — gained instant traction on streaming platforms. Its hypnotic chorus, sung entirely in Portuguese, became a signature moment in her live performances.
Today, Rosa Medina is part of a new generation redefining Lusophone pop, performing sold-out shows from Lisbon to São Paulo. Despite her growing fame, she keeps her songwriting process deeply personal — scribbling lyrics on napkins in Lisbon cafés, recording demos on her phone while walking along the Douro River. For Rosa, every performance is a bridge connecting continents, carrying the language and emotion of Portuguese music to the world stage.
Fica no Quase
Rosa Medina
Você fala devagar
Como quem quer ir embora
Mas deixa a porta entreaberta
E o perfume na demora
Se fosse pra ser já era
Mas ainda tem coisa no olhar
Fica no quase no meio
Nem céu nem chão inteiro
Fica no toque que não vem
Na saudade que não tem nome também
O silêncio entre a gente
É mais forte que um não
Você sorri com os lábios
Mas seus olhos dizem não
E eu finjo que entendo
Mas espero você ficar
Fica no quase no canto
Sem promessa sem pranto
Fica no gesto que não se dá
No abraço que não quer se fechar
Se um dia for tudo ou nada
Talvez eu escolha o nada
Mas até lá…
Fica no quase no meio
No tempo que é só receio
Fica no quase comigo
Mesmo que seja só perigo
CREDITS
Performer: Rosa Medina
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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When the Noise Fades
The Absents
Verified Artist
The Absents
The Absents are a four-piece synth-pop and modern disco-pop band hailing from Brighton, on the south coast of the United Kingdom. The lineup consists of Elliot Kane (vocals), Ryan Whitford (keyboards & production), Callum Price (bass guitar & synth bass), and Jamie Harlow (guitar & backing vocals). The four met in 2018 at a local music festival, where a late-night jam session revealed a shared passion for blending the melodic elegance of 80s synth-pop with the energy and polish of modern pop production.
Deeply influenced by the infectious hooks and emotive energy of Erasure, The Absents quickly began writing together, crafting songs that pair bright synth textures with tight bass grooves and subtle funk undertones. Their early rehearsals took place in a modest studio near Brighton’s seafront, a space that soon became their creative sanctuary and the birthplace of their signature sound.
In 2019, the band released their debut single, which found its way onto local radio playlists and began circulating through London’s club scene. Known for their vivid light shows, charismatic stage presence, and danceable, high-energy sets, The Absents built a reputation as one of the most exciting new acts in the UK’s pop landscape.
Today, The Absents continue to bridge nostalgia and modernity, reaching audiences far beyond the British Isles. Elliot’s commanding yet soulful vocals, Ryan’s shimmering synth arrangements, Callum’s deep, driving grooves, and Jamie’s melodic guitar lines come together to create a live experience that is as unforgettable as it is electrifying.
When the Noise Fades
The Absents
You said it all without a sound
Eyes like rivers underground
No stage no sign no grand display
But still you took my breath away
When the noise fades
I see you clear
No masks remain
No need to steer
In that still shade
You draw me near
Curtains closed the world stands still
No rush no race no sudden thrill
Just quiet steps upon the floor
No less no more I ask for
When the noise fades
I see you clear
No masks remain
No need to steer
In that still shade
You draw me near
I don’t believe in grand goodbyes
Just simple truths behind the eyes
Not every tale begins with fire
Some just flicker then inspire
When the noise fades
I see you clear
No masks remain
No need to steer
In that still shade
You draw me near
CREDITS
Performer: The Absents
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Gravity Override
Lina Mour
Verified Artist
Lina Mour
Lina Mour is a French-born vocalist and songwriter blending high-octane Eurodance energy with the emotional weight of soulful pop. Growing up in the suburbs of Lyon, Lina was raised on a steady mix of gospel vocals, ‘90s dance anthems, and gritty French rap. This eclectic influence shaped her bold sonic identity — where throbbing 4/4 beats meet orchestral stabs, and where raw emotion finds its home on the dancefloor.
Her latest single, “Gravity Override,” is a high-energy anthem that collides hip house rap verses with a soaring, mantra-like chorus. It’s a throwback to the golden age of Eurodance, but with modern production and an unapologetic attitude. With pounding kicks, aggressive synths, and trance-tinged melodic layers, the track is built for sweaty club nights, neon-lit workouts, and every moment when reality feels too heavy to carry.
Lina describes the track as “not just about defying gravity — but defying expectation.” Behind the infectious hook lies a personal story of reclaiming freedom, breaking out of everyday repetition, and choosing joy over inertia. In her words: “It’s about walking down the street with a storm in your chest but a beat in your step.”
Beyond music, Lina is quickly becoming a visual icon in her own right. Her streetwear aesthetic, nostalgic references, and empowering live shows are drawing comparisons to the likes of Technotronic and Crystal Waters — yet Lina’s vision is firmly rooted in the present. She isn’t here to recreate the past. She’s here to override it.
Gravity Override
Lina Mour
Blast the gate override the stream
No peace mode just kerosene
We don’t stop — we ventilate
Plug into the surge detonate!
Code in flames!
Rise untamed!
Spin that truth
Like a hurricane!
Gravity override!
We don’t fall — we multiply
No more silence no more shade
We break the sound — unafraid!
Gravity override!
Sky is fake so we collide
Raise your pulse amplify—
We’re the glitch they can’t deny!
Rip that signal break the chain
Upload thunder through your brain
We’re the myth the freak the spark
We turn neon into dark
No maps!
No brakes!
No kings!
No fakes!
We twist!
We crack!
We vanish—
Then attack!
Gravity override!
Truth distorted we decide
Bounce that static crash the grid—
This is not your mother’s beat!
Gravity override!
Laws erased we redesign
Now scream loud redefine—
We’re the beat they can’t confine!
Override complete
System: liberated
CREDITS
Performer: Lina Mour
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Pages in the Groove
Ted Craft
Verified Artist
Ted Craft
Born in 1992 in Austin, Texas, Ted Craft grew up surrounded by a melting pot of musical influences — from the blues and country his father played on vinyl to the funk and disco his mother kept on repeat in the kitchen. By the age of 10, he was playing guitar and piano, and by 14 he was already performing at local open-mic nights. His natural stage charisma and ear for infectious melodies quickly set him apart from his peers.
After high school, Ted earned a scholarship to the prestigious Berklee College of Music in Boston, where he majored in Contemporary Writing and Production. During his time there, he immersed himself in pop and funk theory, honing his skills in arrangement, songwriting, and live performance. Berklee also gave him the opportunity to collaborate with musicians from all over the world, helping shape the eclectic yet polished sound he’s known for today.
Post-graduation, Ted moved to Los Angeles and began crafting his signature blend of sleek pop hooks, groovy basslines, and bright funk guitar riffs. His debut EP quickly caught the attention of both critics and streaming audiences, with its feel-good energy and polished musicianship.
On stage, Ted Craft is a showman through and through — dynamic, playful, and completely in command of his audience. Whether fronting a full band or delivering an intimate acoustic set, he brings the same infectious energy and precision that has made him one of the most exciting new names in the pop-funk scene.
Pages in the Groove
Ted Craft
I’ve walked into rooms where no one knew my name
Just a stranger with a pocket full of games
Every beat another chapter I could tell
Every move another spell I had to sell
Lights spin I’m reading the crowd
Hear my story as the bass gets loud
Oh-oh I’m not here to hide
I’m just letting my pages slide
These are the pages in the groove I’ve made
Pages in the groove yeah they never fade
Every step every night it’s a story played
Oh-oh that’s the life I’ve laid
There’s a bar in Berlin a floor in Madrid
Faces change but the rhythm never did
Bought a round for the table told a joke or two
They don’t know the truth but I gave them the view
Lights spin I’m reading the crowd
Hear my story as the bass gets loud
Oh-oh I’m not here to hide
I’m just letting my pages slide
These are the pages in the groove I’ve made
Pages in the groove yeah they never fade
Every step every night it’s a story played
Oh-oh that’s the life I’ve laid
If you read between the beats you’ll know my name
Every chorus is a frame in a bigger game
We all write on the floor tonight
And I’m just signing mine in the neon light [vocal run ad-lib]
These are the pages in the groove I’ve made
Pages in the groove yeah they never fade
Every step every night it’s a story played
Oh-oh that’s the life I’ve laid
Pages in the groove…
…and the night goes on
CREDITS
Performer: Ted Craft
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Long Distance Line ...
Eli Varnish
Verified Artist
Eli Varnish
Eli Varnish spent most of his life drawing straight lines for crooked cities. As an architect, he designed libraries, train stations, and far too many gray, forgettable office buildings. He was always more interested in light than concrete — the way it moved through windows, shifted on floors, or disappeared behind closed doors. But deadlines piled up, and inspiration gave way to invoices. When he retired at 62, he didn’t throw a party. He just handed in his keys, took the long way home, and listened to the silence.
That’s when the music came back.
In his youth, Eli had played piano quietly — always in private, never in public. Now, with no blueprints to chase, he returned to the keys. Slowly. Gently. A few friends joined him — a bassist who used to drive a bus, a trombonist who sold insurance, and a drummer who once taught math. They started meeting weekly above an old bookstore. No gigs, no names. Just music.
Eventually, they found their way into a small jazz bar — dim, warm, and half-forgotten. That’s where Eli plays now. No spotlight, no talk. Just a glass of red wine, a crooked hat, and a piano that creaks in all the right places. The audience doesn’t clap much. They just nod, like they recognize something they forgot they knew.
Eli doesn’t miss architecture. “Buildings are meant to last,” he says, “but songs... songs are meant to leave.” And so he plays — not to impress, but to remember. To trace old lines in the air. To build something no one can own, but everyone can feel.
Long Distance Line from the Bosphorus
Eli Varnish
I’m calling from a room with peeling paint
A radio coughing out the truth
The kettle screams like it knows my name
Coins on the table none of them are you
The line is bad the night is worse
Somewhere a ferry cuts the dark in two
I got your number on a matchbook
And a voice that still remembers you
The operator’s half asleep
She says “Sir you still there?”
I say “Yeah I’m breathing smoke and prayers
Trying to get through anywhere”
This is a long distance line from the Bosphorus
I got one minute maybe less
If the city don’t swallow my words whole
You’ll hear me say I did my best
Yeah it’s a long distance line from the Bosphorus
The signal shakes the past comes through
If this call drops into the water
Just know I was calling you
There’s a man downstairs selling broken watches
Says time owes him money too
Every streetlight flickers like a bad idea
Every bar knows something I won’t tell you
I saw your face in a cracked mirror
Right next to a stain on the wall
I tried to hang up three times already
But this phone just won’t let me fall
This is a long distance line from the Bosphorus
The clock’s got a loaded gun
If I disappear between the numbers
Just say I was almost done
Hello?
Yeah… it’s me
Listen don’t say my name
The walls here got ears
And the night’s taking notes
It’s a long distance line from the Bosphorus
Static dancing in my head
If you hear silence after this
That’s just the things I never said
The operator counts me down
Five… four… the river wins
Click
CREDITS
Performer: Eli Varnish
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Still Life in Motion
Elyra Dawn
Verified Artist
Elyra Dawn
Elyra Dawn was born in Rotterdam, raised between ferry horns and late-night radio static. Music wasn’t a choice — it was everywhere. Her mother sang quietly while folding laundry, her older brother blasted trance through paper-thin walls, and Elyra? She listened. Carefully. Absorbing melodies like secondhand sunlight.
She spent her teenage years bouncing between school choirs, bedroom recordings, and weekend trips to Amsterdam’s record stores. The moment she first heard Robyn’s Dancing On My Own on a train platform at dusk, something clicked. It wasn’t just about sadness or joy — it was how you could wear both in the same voice. That duality, the push and pull between euphoria and vulnerability, would become Elyra’s signature.
After performing in local clubs and uploading small demos online, she received an unexpected email from Filodyo’s Hakan E — a message that simply said: “You sound like you’ve lived a little. Let’s talk.” What followed was a slow, careful collaboration: late-night file exchanges, voice memos from backstage, moments captured between flights. Elyra didn’t rush it. She never does.
Today, her voice balances two worlds — the sweaty rush of the dancefloor and the quiet ache of a Sunday morning alone. Her hooks stick, her delivery stings, and her presence on stage feels at once intimate and cinematic. Elyra Dawn isn’t here to be loud. She’s here to be heard.
Still Life in Motion
Elyra Dawn
I kept your echo in a borrowed chord
Faded at the edges like a prayer ignored
You never spoke in “forever” terms—
Only in glances only in turns
We drew lines in passing trains
Paused in motion looped refrains
What we had was quiet gold—
But time like steam refused to hold
So I won't chase the version of us
That never really stayed never fully was
You were a still life mid-collapse
A moving part in silent gaps
And I loved you there—
Where the light never dared
But lingered
Like it knew
We’d vanish fair
You hummed in keys I couldn’t trace
Left fingerprints on open space
A breath a shift a tilted frame
No villain here just untitled blame
Maps don’t cover scenes like this
Where lips forget what touch meant bliss
But if you ask what we became—
A shadow signed with no one’s name
I won't rewrite the note you played
Or tune the silence we conveyed
You were a still life breaking fast
A fleeting truth I couldn’t grasp
And I loved you there—
Not to repair—
But to remember
Without despair
Maybe we were best
in between intentions
Not a love song—
just the tension
Still life
in motion
Still life
Not frozen
CREDITS
Performer: Elyra Dawn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Step Into My Rhythm
Dennise
Verified Artist
Dennise
Born in 1996 in Antwerp, Belgium, Dennise began her creative career not as a singer, but as a voice-over artist. With a warm, expressive tone and remarkable control, she became a sought-after voice in commercials, audiobooks, and animated films across Europe. For years, her voice was instantly recognizable, even if her face stayed out of the spotlight.
Music had always been quietly present in her life. Between recording sessions, she would write melodies and lyrics, experimenting with harmonies and vocal textures in her small home studio. Her path into music took a decisive turn when Filodyo producer Hakan E. heard one of her demos and invited her to record an original track.
Since that moment, Dennise has worked exclusively with Filodyo, creating songs that combine her precise vocal technique with a modern pop sensibility shaped by European dance rhythms. Guided by Hakan E.’s production, her tracks carry both the polish of a seasoned professional and the intimacy of a storyteller.
Outside the studio, Dennise is an avid cyclist and urban wanderer, often finding lyrical inspiration on her rides through city streets and coastal paths. For her, music is simply another way to tell a story — but now, her voice takes center stage.
Step Into My Rhythm
Dennise
Got a beat in my chest it’s a runaway train
Every move you make pulls me back again
I’m caught in your tempo can’t break away
But I don’t wanna leave I’m here to stay
Turn it up let it spin
Take my hands pull me in
No rules just the sound
We’ll burn this floor to the ground
Step into my rhythm don’t you slow it down
Oh-oh keep it moving now
We’re a spark in the night we don’t need a crown
Step into my rhythm and we’ll shut it down
Yeah shut it down down down
Your eyes talk loud like a midnight call
Don’t you dare let the moment fall
My heartbeat’s playing in 4/4 time
And you’re the reason for every line
Turn it up let it spin
Take my hands pull me in
No rules just the sound
We’ll burn this floor to the ground
Step into my rhythm don’t you slow it down
Oh-oh keep it moving now
We’re a spark in the night we don’t need a crown
Step into my rhythm and we’ll shut it down
Oh we shut it down down down
One step two step keep the groove tight
We’re gonna make this our favorite night
No going back no turning around
We own the beat we own the sound
Step into my rhythm don’t you slow it down
Oh-oh keep it moving now
We’re a spark in the night we don’t need a crown
Step into my rhythm and we’ll shut it down
Yeah yeah yeah — shut it down
Step into my rhythm… oh-oh-oh
CREDITS
Performer: Dennise
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Turn It Over
Cold Empires
Verified Artist
Cold Empires
Cold Empires is a high-energy trio from London whose music fuses hip-hop bravado with EDM’s explosive power. The group is made up of rapper Jamal Rivers, lyricist/MC Ethan Cole, and powerhouse vocalist Sienna Brooks. Together, they bring an unstoppable mix of raw verses, soaring hooks, and chant-driven crowd anthems designed for the biggest stages.
Jamal grew up in Brixton, raised on a steady diet of UK grime and American hip-hop, perfecting his rapid-fire delivery in underground battles. Ethan, born in Manchester, came from a background in electronic production, cutting his teeth as a DJ before stepping forward as both a writer and performer. Sienna, the daughter of a jazz pianist from Brighton, grew up singing gospel and soul before embracing the adrenaline of modern pop performance.
The trio met during a festival workshop in Ibiza, instantly recognizing their shared obsession with blending rap, electronic drops, and big-room hooks. Their debut single, Turn It Over, is the result: a bold, festival-ready anthem built for dance floors, packed with call-and-response energy, pounding kicks, and chant-style hooks that keep the crowd locked in.
Available exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, Cold Empires are carving out their own lane—one that thrives on intensity, collaboration, and the unstoppable spirit of the party.
Turn It Over
Cold Empires
Yeah!
Turn it over turn it over now!
Uh-huh!
Let’s go!
Runnin’ through the blocks got my heartbeat kickin’
Steel on my feet and the wheels keep spinnin’
Bass in my chest like a downtown riot
Hands in the air if you just can’t fight it
Skyscraper bounce in the middle of the lane
Every light flashin’ can’t stay the same
Heat in the air yeah the night’s our stage
Flip it one more time let’s break that cage
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Spin it ‘round now! (Hey!)
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)
We keep movin’ we keep burnin’
Ride that beat the city’s turnin’
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)
Jump to the left now slide to the right
We don’t wait for the day we ignite the night
Steam on the glass when the crowd gets near
Every move we make yeah the world can hear
We’re wired up loud with the floor still shakin’
No pause button no chance we’re takin’
Hands to the roof keep the vibe on fire
Drop it one more time lift it even higher
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Spin it ‘round now! (Hey!)
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)
We keep movin’ we keep burnin’
Ride that beat the city’s turnin’
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)
Push it forward!
Push it higher!
Can’t hold back!
Feel that fire!
Break it flip it!
Don’t stop yet!
We’re not done — it’s not over yet!
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Spin it ‘round now! (Hey!)
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)
We keep movin’ we keep burnin’
Ride that beat the city’s turnin’
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)
CREDITS
Performer: Cold Empires
Written by: filodyo.
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